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HYMN 79. L.M.
Eternal Life. (cont.)

3	When rescued from th' impris'ning tomb, A glory clothes our rising clay!
4	Eternal life! O how refin'd The joy! the triumph how divine! When saints in body, and in mind, Shall in the Saviour's image shine!
5	Holy and heav'nly be that soul, Where dwells an hope so high as this; How should we long to reach the goal, And seize the prize of endless bliss!

HYMN 80. P.M.
Time and Eternity.

1	LO! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,    Yet how insensible! A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to yon heav'nly place,    Or — shuts me up in hell.
2	O God, my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart    Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight And save me ere it be too late;    Wake me to righteousness.
3	Before me place, in bright array, The pomp of that tremendous day,    When thou with clouds shalt come To judge the nations at thy bar: And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,    To meet a joyful doom?
4	Be this my one great bus'nesa here, With holy trembling, holy fear,    To make my calling sure!

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HYMN 80. P.M.
Time and Eternity. (cont.)

4	Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will,    And to the end endure!
5	Then Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live    And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight    And everlasting love.

HYMN 81. L.M.
The Seasons.

1	THY providence, great God, we praise; How good and great are all thy ways! Thy bounty crowns our passing years, And dissipates our anxious fears.
2	Thy promise stands forever fast, While sun, and moon, and earth shall last; The laws of seasons shall endure, Till time and stars are known no more.
3	Summer and winter, cold and heat, And night and day in order meet; Seed-time and harvest, each succeed, To prove thy love — supply our need.
4	When years are past, and seasons o'er, We still shall prove thy cov'nant sure; And in the shining realms of bliss, Adore thy goodness and thy grace.

HYMN 82. C.M.
Summer - an Harvest song.

1	TO praise the ever bounteous Lord,    My soul, wake all thy pow'rs: He calls, and at his voice come forth    The smiling harvest-hours.